This is me sitting in the corner of the restaurant mulling over the experience of having to fight to be treated the same way as other customers despite having a guide dog. Much like other occasions it left me feeling unhappy and upset, and frankly unenthusiastic about continuing with the meal. Thankfully I stuck with it however, as the service provided by all the other stuff was brilliant, and the food was some of the best I have had in a long time. And Mark even turned up eventually!

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